quinta-feira, agosto 26, 2010

Mother, Summer, I

My mother, who hates thunder storms,
Holds up each summer day and shakes
It out suspiciously, lest swarms
Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there;
But when the August weather breaks
And rains begin, and brittle frost
Sharpens the bird-abandoned air,
Her worried summer look is lost,

And I her son, though summer-born
And summer-loving, none the less
Am easier when the leaves are gone
Too often summer days appear
Emblems of perfect happiness
I can't confront: I must await
A time less bold, less rich, less clear:
An autumn more appropriate.

Philip Larkin

domingo, agosto 22, 2010

Shaken and Stirred: a tribute to Dorothy Parker


Dorothy Parker, crítica,poeta, escritora, wit extraordinaire. Nascida a 22 de Agosto de 1893.